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Hello again, friends! I have so little to say, other than I've been swamped with work! Because I work at a hospital, I've been part of organizations geared toward helping those victims of Hurricane Harvey. And, now, because I live in Florida, I'm dealing with the possible upcoming effects of Irma. So yeah, it's wild here.
Also, things that actually concern you: if I make some social media account for this, would anyone follow? Let me know, please! I want to be able to communicate with everyone!
In the meantime, enjoy this super short, but fluffy chapter!
Girl's night out had become somewhat of a regular tradition to engage in for the females of Class 1-A. Due partially to the higher volume of guys in their class, along with the fact that companion camaraderie was important, the girls had unanimously come together to decide to have at least one night of girl-only activities per month. Studies made it harder to find a good night to go out late, but every month, there was that one weekend day that just fit perfectly into their planners.
Typically, it involved going out to a neutral site, such as a karaoke bar, or a nice restaurant, or maybe even a performance or movie - just something that got them together and able to talk and hang out without the lingering fear of Mineta trying to sneak a lewd picture of them in some sort of compromising position. Yaoyorozu, especially, was glad to be away.
On this particular night, they'd opted for investigating an ongoing festival, in hopes of maybe enjoying it enough to bring a boy back with them on a later date. Between the music, the delicious hot foods, the beautiful, if not slightly cold, weather, and the welcoming atmosphere, the festival turned out to be one of the best ideas they'd had so far, regardless of any secondary intentions.
"I think Kirishima would fit in so well there!" Hagakure mused aloud and swishing her kimono as she spoke, conveying her body language. "He's an older-fashioned kinda guy!"
"That's true..." Mina said with a finger to her chin. "Could you imagine someone like Bakugou there?"
All the girls had the image of the ill-tempered explosion-user dressed in an elegant kimono for the peaceful, reserved festival, and his face breaking out into a nasty snarl with miniature explosions detonating in his palm. For the most part, they grimaced or laughed awkwardly, knowing his history public appearances.
"What did you think of the Yaki Soba, Uraraka?" Tsuyu asked, changing gears.
The brunette girl sighed happily, her face the picture of bliss as she patted her very, very full stomach. In the past, she'd abstained from eating much because of her money-crunch, but after a scolding from Midoriya, she learned that to become more powerful, she needed food in her system to do so, and since then, she didn't hold back. "It was delicious~"
"If you want to know how certain foods tasted, just ask Yaomomo," Mina said with a teasing smirk. The long hair girl blushed, but smiled. "She had, what? One of everything?"
Yaoyorozu was quick to protest. "I feel that you should indulge the hard work that those men and women put forth. Besides; my quirk runs off of the fats in my body, so it's only natural that I'd want to engage with the better options in life."
"So that meant the entire festival?" Hagakure asked innocently, inciting a blush from the tall girl, and a chuckle from the others.
Jirou, however, was silent, and even paused at one point, halting her steps as her earjacks delicately twitched in their hanging position. The small gaggle of girls had just gotten back to the dormitories but hadn't yet entered. Mina was the first to notice, and the first to say something as she read the look of confusion that slipped its way onto Jirou's face.
With her advanced, sensitive hearing, Jirou was typically privy to information that people wanted to keep private, and because of that, she usually found out any current events before anyone else did. But that information came at a price, and it wasn't uncommon for Jirou to rant about how much she hated living with guys, or teenagers in general. Not to mention, there were certain tidbits that she accidentally overheard when she was bored that left her feeling... bad for certain people.
She once overheard Kaminari talking to his mother on the phone about his ill grandmother, and she realized that she'd been berating him for his lack of focus for that whole week that she'd been dangerously ill. There were other times that she was subjugated to rather disheartening tidbits of information that left her seeing her classmates in a whole new light, as they smiled and pretended that they were okay.
And sometimes... she thanked her subtle abilities, because it gave her a better appreciation of the hidden strength some of her classmates had.
"What's up, Jirou?" Mina figured if Jirou ended up hearing something she didn't want to, it would give warning that they should cover their ears and just head straight into their rooms with loud music playing from their phones. If she heard something interesting... well... Mina couldn't promise she would stifle her curiosity.
It took a moment for the hearing heroine to speak, as she kept twisting her face into a look of confusion and pondering, before she finally spoke, slowly. "I... hear snoring. But it's so close."
Mina's face fell as she filed the information under 'not important'. "Oh... maybe someone fell asleep in the Common Area?" Hagakure suggested. It made sense; the guys would play video games out there from time to time... but when it got late, the usually retreated to their rooms to keep the competitions going so they could get comfortable. And they never hosted their own movie nights...
"It's multiple people," Jirou mumbled.
Yaoyorozu shrugged. "Well, we can respect them by being a bit quieter, but they should also know better than to fall asleep in a public area. Let's try to keep it down, though."
"Even if it's Mineta...?" Mina whispered, but no one responded - mostly because, no one probably wanted to. Using her student I.D., Yaoyorozu swiped her card and the familiar beep chime out as the door unlocked. With a finger to her lips, Yaoyorozu quietly walked inside, the flickering of the hall lighting up her figure as its motion-sensor detected the movement.
Quickly, she reached over and overrode the function with the switch, and slipped her shoes off, so as to walk throughout the dorms and not track mud. Everyone, by this point, knew of their classmates odd little tendencies, and for Yaoyorozu, she hated wearing shoes indoors - which everyone attributed to her rather luxurious lifestyle back at home.
The snoring that Jirou had mentioned earlier was finally audible for everyone that didn't have superb hearing. It was soft, but it was definitely evident. A few girls exchanged a look with one another, unable to pinpoint who snored that softly. Even Jirou was unable to tell, and typically, she had a history of being able to decipher very small differences between one another.
Slowly, Yaoyorozu walked forward as the other girls followed her lead and removed their shoes, fumbling around in the dark and accidentally smacking one another (eliciting a hushed yelp from Hagakure as someone accidentally brushed against her without knowing), giggling the entire time. There was a sharp intake of breath from Momo, and the girls collectively stopped what they were doing and tried to lean around her to see what she was seeing - even if it was something that they really didn't want to see.
"Oh..." Mina said, her eyes firmly locked on the image in front of her.
"My..." Uraraka mumbled.
"Gosh!" Hagakure nearly screamed, only to be silenced with a quick hand from nearly every girl. Since no one could see her mouth, they settled for basically tackling her to the floor, and throwing their body over where they assumed her mouth to be.
Why?
Because on the couch in front of them, was what Mina would swear was the cutest thing any of them would ever see in the dorms.
"Where's my phone?! I need a picture of this!" Mina whispered. She rolled off of the invisible girl, ignoring the hiss that came from either Uraraka or Hagakure, and began fumbling around for her discarded purse. Uraraka was on her feet in seconds, her phone out and trained directly on the image in front of her. She smirked; it sometimes paid to not have a purse.
There, on the couch, laid a peacefully slumbering Midoriya. His chest rose and fell delicately, his breath faint as he traversed through dreamland, unhindered and unaware of the cooing girls just a few feet away. Snuggled up to his side was an unusually hatless Kota, who was more than content in his current position. His head was nestled against Midoriya's side, with the teenager's arm draped over him like a comforting blanket. A gentle, peaceful smile crossed his face - a stark abstract to the typical uncaring facade he wore during the day.
Eri had picked a much closer spot to her surrogate father - directly on top of Izuku. She was snug directly on his abdomen, using his chest as a pillow, not minding how her head rose and fell in rhythm with Midoriya's breathing. If anything, it probably lulled her to sleep faster. Her arms were wrapped around Midoriya's sides, keeping her close to his body's radiating warmth. The rest of her body was curled up in his lap, using his thighs are her support. She, surprisingly, was the one snoring the loudest, but it seemed that neither of the boys minded, as they slumbered on, unabated.
Her smile was pure, innocent, and radiating.
The scene, as a whole, was so sweet that Yaoyorozu wasn't sure if she was going to get a cavity if she kept looking. Her heart fluttered and she brought a hand to her mouth as she quietly observed the trio. At one point, Eri yawned, and despite the fear that she was going to wake up, she just readjusted slightly and brought one of her hands to her head and nuzzled into Midoriya's chest further, sending another wave of butterflies throughout Yaoyorozu's belly.
Tsuyu, on the other hand, felt a pang of homesickness strike her as she recalled the memories of her siblings falling asleep with her in similar ways. It was something she'd come to miss when she began living at U.A., and seeing something so similar to her past, brought back strong memories. Nonetheless, she smiled softly; it was rare to see the entire 'family' get along so quietly when it seemed like their life was full of shenanigans.
"I guess that's why I didn't know who was snoring..." Jirou whispered off-handedly. She, also, was not immune to the tender scene between the two kids and their adoptive father. Admittedly, she hadn't seen much from the trio, as she was usually busy after classes with her music, or with private lessons in using her quirk from Present Mic. However, she made it a goal to get to know the children a bit better - she just never saw Midoriya interact with the children as common as Uraraka or Yaoyorozu.
Seeing them like this made her wish she did, though. From what she'd observed from Kota, he was a nice kid, but he tried to bottle his feelings up because he didn't want to acknowledge them as real. Midoriya was slowly breaking that habit down, though, and it looked like he'd taken another step.
Tsuyu was the first to pry her eyes away. "Maybe we should go back to our rooms and let them sleep in peace."
"Are you kidding?" Mina asked, still taking pictures. The pink-skinned girl was debating the idea of trying to slip into the small snuggle-fest and snag herself a place to sleep for the night, too, but ultimately, she'd never forgive herself for interrupting such a delicate nap. Especially because she had no idea if this was common. If it wasn't - and that was likely - then it would only deter the trio from accidentally falling asleep like this more often. "This is so cute! I might never see them like this again!"
"It's like he's their daddy... aww~!" Hagakure cooed gently. She, too, had her phone out and was animatedly taking pictures. She was also tempted to try and add to their little pile... but like Mina, she would hate to interrupt anyone's sleep. Especially knowing how grouchy Kota could be when he woke up.
Uraraka folded her hand over her heart and smiled, wordlessly.
She'd been one of the first to watch the development of bonds between Midoriya and Kota, and Midoriya and Eri. He'd taken such a gentle approach with the both of them, but it had been so different between the two. He was so much more affectionate with Eri, because she'd been deprived that sensation for so long - yet, he was slower with her, too. While Eri was the first one he hugged, Kota was the first one to open up to Midoriya, which nobody knew.
To see the stage they were at now... made Uraraka nearly burst with happiness. She knew he was the perfect candidate to raise the two, and she had no doubts that he'd excel. Little did he know, she thought that he needed them as much as they needed him. He had friends and a promising career, but that didn't take away from his lack of a childhood. Being able to give a childhood to two children who were in danger of losing theirs... it would never replace his own... but it would give him a feel for what it could've been.
"I'm so glad... Deku..." Uraraka whispered to herself.
Yaoyorozu decided enough was enough - even though she was far from getting her fill of sweetness. She refused to be around when they woke up, because she knew with Midoriya's skittish nature, he'd have the entire dorm awake and wondering what happened when he began blinding trying to defend himself from the accusations that wouldn't even come.
"Alright girls, get your pictures and move on." She was surprised she was letting them take pictures - after all, this was a rather personal scene. But seeing as how she'd guiltily snapped a single picture of her own, she couldn't really scold anyone else. Plus, she was getting the motherly urge to drape a blanket over their sleeping forms. "I really don't want to wake them."
Tsuyu was the first to agree, followed closely by Jirou. Mina grumbled about 'ruining fun', eliciting a giggle from Hagakure, but they, too, began to shuffle toward the elevator. Uraraka resisted any urges to walk over and give everyone a hug, or giving them a goodnight peck on the forehead, knowing the two kids would undoubtedly stir. Thinking about giving Deku a kiss caused her to become bright red and practically caused steam to erupt from her nose.
As the elevator doors closed, and the girls began to push the button for their respective floors, there was an immediate cooing.
"Aww!"
"Did you see her yawn?!"
"Kota looked so cute!"
Even Jirou couldn't resist making a comment. "That was... pretty sweet."
In the back of their minds, they all agreed on the same thing: Midoriya was a pretty good dad. And together, the entire trio was the sweetest thing on the planet.
When the morning would come, and everyone would come downstairs to see Midoriya cooking breakfast for the two drowsy children, no one was any the wiser... until Mina accidentally sent out the pictures in a mass group chat, bringing about a whole round of embarrassment from Midoriya.